Don't Tell

by Violet Paige

  “God,” he groaned. “It’s better. It’s how I remembered.”

  “Don’t stop.” I reached for his lips again, inhaling his mouth, pressing into him with my body.

  It felt as if there was fire in my fingertips as I roamed his body. I couldn’t touch him enough, or cut the distance between us. I panted with every kiss.

  “How?” I looked into his eyes. “How did you find me?”

  He exhaled. “I called around until someone confirmed this is where your squad is staying.”

  “Oh. And they told you?”

  “Not room numbers, but I knew you were staying overnight at one of the Riverwalk hotels. Our press guy filled me in.”

  “Right.” My chest was about to explode. His hands slid to my ass and he squeezed. He spun me against the wall until my back was flat as his body pinned me.

  “And my last name?” I asked.

  He kissed my throat and breathed heavily. “I looked you up on the Goddesses’ roster.”

  I wanted to crumple on the floor. Sometimes I forgot I was listed on a website for anyone to see.

  His lips hovered until they crashed against me. His kiss was rough this time.

  “I want you, Natalia.”

  “Oh, God.” His lips feathered over my throat and I felt myself awaken with need and want I hadn’t felt in a month.

  “Let’s go to your room,” he suggested. He pushed my arms over my head and held my wrists together.

  I shook my head. “I have a roommate.”

  “Roommate?” But his lips didn’t stop.

  “Yes.” His hands were digging into the band at my waist. I moaned as he slipped a hand between the layers of clothing and skin. His fingers moved between my folds until I knew he was coated in my essence.

  I quivered, my knees shaking as he held me to the wall and his fingers made circles that tightened the coil in my belly. He pinched the delicate outline of my clit and I whimpered.

  “I have a plan,” he growled into my ear.

  “What?” I whispered.

  “I’ll get a room here.”

  His finger plunged inside my entrance and I bit my lip. I started clenching and squeezing around it.

  I nodded. I wasn’t thinking. I was only feeling. And what Sam was doing to me was sinful bliss. My body reacted to him with unleashed passion. He kissed my neck and added another finger.

  “But first.” His eyes were on me. “I’m going to watch you come like this.”

  My chest rose with heavy breaths. I couldn’t look away. His fingers worked their magic between my legs as the intensity spiraled.

  I was wet and panting, pinned to the wall. My hips gyrated toward him, wanting him to fill me every time he pulled away.

  “Fuck me like this, Natalia,” he ordered. And I lost all control. My hips bucked and my muscles clutched around his fingers. It was building inside me like a wildfire and there wasn’t anything that could extinguish the heat except Sam.

  I tried to look away, but his voice deepened. “No. Look in my eyes when you come.”

  I stared at him, knowing I was seconds away from exploding. My thighs tingled and my belly pulsed when the orgasm hit me.

  “Oh, God, Sam.” I breathed. I let it circle my body from head to toe as the heat warmed me.

  His hands slid from between my legs. “I’m going to get that room now.” He kissed me and ducked out of the door.

  My head fell back on the wall and I tried to steady myself. But I knew I wasn’t steady. I was off balance and off center. My body wasn’t mine when Sam was around. I tried to straighten my jacket and rearrange my pants.

  A few minutes later, the conference room door opened. “Come on.”

  “Wait.” I stopped him.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I don’t think we can do this.” I didn’t want to tell him, but I had enough time to regulate my heart rate.

  “Of course we can. And we are.”

  “I’ll get fired if anyone finds out that I was with you,” I tried to explain.

  I was also starting to feel guilt. I had promised Heather she could count on me to be a quality Goddess and sleeping with Sam broke that promise. She was upstairs expecting a romcom marathon, and I was in a dark ballroom hooking up with the enemy.

  He wrapped an arm around my waist and I felt my resolve slip too quickly.

  “So don’t tell anyone.”

  I pressed against his chest and felt the solid muscle under his T-shirt. Holy shit. I had forgotten how ripped he was.

  “It’s not that easy. I have a roommate who thinks I’m downstairs picking something up. She’s waiting for me to order in and watch movies all night. I can’t go with you. I just can’t.”

  He pulled the hair from my face. “Do you know I tried to find you after the last game?”

  “You did?”

  He nodded. “I ran from one end of that stadium to the other looking for you. I tried every door, every damn tunnel. And I couldn’t find you.”

  “You tried to find me even though we agreed? You weren’t supposed to do that.”

  “I did it anyway. And then I ran into Floyd and had to get back to the bus. But I was as surprised as you were that we were… who we are,” he finished.

  “I’m not a Goddess, really. I mean I am, but it’s not my career and I didn’t want you to know.” I hung my head. “It’s not who I am.”

  “Who do you want me to know?” His voice was low and deep.

  “The ballerina I used to be,” I answered. I almost had tears in my eyes. I was glad it was dark and he couldn’t see me. “The girl who danced on water. The prima ballerina who had confidence and grace.”

  “And you don’t think I see all those things?”

  “I don’t know what you see. I don’t want you to look at me like I’m one of the Goddess dancers. That I know.”

  He lifted my chin with his finger. “I don’t care what you do. It doesn’t matter to me if you dance for the Goddesses or an orchestra. I’m here tonight, you’re here tonight, and I have a room for us.” He held up the key card. “Let’s use it.”

  “And get fired?” I tried to wiggle free, but he was strong. “I don’t plan on having this job much longer, but right now, it’s all I have. I can’t get fired, Sam. You are off limits. I can’t be with you.”

  “But you just said you don’t want to be a Goddess. I’m fucking confused.”

  I sighed. “I’m going back to the ballet. I am. But auditions aren’t until March. I have to stay with the Goddesses until then. And as long as I’m on the Warriors’ dance roster I cannot under any circumstances be seen with a Wrangler. I gave them my word. It breaks the Goddesses’ code.” I folded my arms, thinking I had made my point.

  “And I can’t let you out of San Antonio without another night together, so we better figure this out right now.”

  He let go of me and pulled out a chair at one of the tables. It was set for an accountants’ meeting in the morning.

  “Sit,” he ordered.

  I took a seat as he sat across from me.

  “This is crazy. I work for the Warriors. You work for the Wranglers.”

  “Darlin’, I’m aware of this situation, but I have a bigger problem and you’re the only one who can fix it.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Look, I don’t date during the season. I don’t go near women.”

  I crossed my arms. I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going.

  “But, the more I try to forget you, the more you’re in my head. That night is in my head. And I think being with you is the only way to keep my game straight.”

  I felt a flare of anger. “You think I’m some kind of good luck charm?” I was louder than I meant to be.

  “No. I didn’t say that. I said you’re in my head. I think I see you in the crowd and I drop the ball. I think I hear your voice and I run the wrong route. I remember that night and I block the wrong guy.”

  I was quiet for a moment. “What if I
told you the same thing? Not routes or blocking guys, but I’ve missed steps and routines. I called the wrong cheer and almost kicked one of the girls in the face because I went the wrong direction.”

  “Then I’d say there’s only one way to get out of each other’s head.”

  “And my roommate?”

  He thought quickly. “Call up to the room and tell her your uncle came by to see you.”

  “Uncle?” I giggled.

  “Make up someone.”

  I knew he was right. I had to be with him tonight. As badly as he needed to be with me. And I’d tell an endless pot of lies if that was what it took to get in his bed. No matter how wrong this was. No matter what codes I broke.

  “What’s the room number?” I asked.

  “402.”

  “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

  He leaned over the table, brushing his lips over mine. The kiss blistered my lips and I reached for his neck, needing more. He broke away.

  “See you soon.”

  He walked out and I went in search of the complimentary concierge phone to call Heather.

  17

  Sam

  I took the elevator to the fourth floor. It had taken all the restraint I had not to finish what I started in that ballroom. My cock was hard, and Natalia had awakened the beast in me. I was missing the Dean for this. But she was worth it.

  I let myself into the room. I had reserved a suite for the night. It wasn’t as if I needed to impress her, but there was something in me that wanted to.

  A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and walked over to let her in.

  “Hi,” she greeted me softly.

  I picked her up and carried her into the room. “Hi.” I devoured her lips with kisses while she clung to me. “Roommate taken care of?”

  She nodded. “I’m out for a few hours.”

  “That’s all?” I let her feet touch the floor.

  She stared at me. “It has to be enough.”

  I didn’t want to waste another second if we didn’t have but a few hours together. My hands landed on her zipper and I yanked until it fell to the side and I saw her breasts heaving under a bra.

  I shoved the jacket over her shoulders. I kissed one and then the other. Her head reeled back and I thought of all the things I wanted to do tonight.

  I peeled the pants from her legs and ran my hand over the silk that was still damp. I smiled. She had come hard for me. She shivered as I traced the sensitive spot between her legs.

  “Did you like fucking my fingers?” I asked.

  Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Yes.”

  “Do you like it when I fuck you with my tongue?”

  She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Do you want both?”

  She stared at me, biting her lower lip. “I do.”

  I grinned. I didn’t waste any more time. I was going to get her out of my head. And the only way to do that was to fuck her every way possible. I’d taste her. Bite her. Fuck her until she was screaming my name.

  I ran my hands over her hips and rolled her black lace thong off over her thighs and to the floor. I dug my fingers into her skin, making my way up her sides until I had a good tug on her bra. She raised her hands in the air so I could pull it over her head.

  She stood in front of me, one gloriously naked Goddess. I pulled my T-shirt off.

  She walked toward me, pressing her pointed tits against my chest. I groaned as she wrapped her hands around my neck, drawing me toward her for a kiss. My cock grew hard when her tongue slipped inside my mouth, rolling and twisting with perfection.

  “Fuck, Natalia,” I growled.

  My hands tangled in her hair. I wanted to own and possess her. I wanted to be with her and hold her. I wanted all of her at once, but to take my time exploring her body again as if it were the first time. Every sense I had was heightened with her in my arms.

  “Will you crawl on the bed for me?” I asked.

  She stepped back hesitantly. I thought she was going to protest, but she positioned one hand and then the other before taking both knees to the mattress. My palms smoothed over her ass, reveling in the firmness of her skin. She wiggled slightly as my hands traveled in circles until finally, I was at my piece of paradise. And that was what it was—mine.

  She lowered herself to her forearms, hiking her ass in the air for me. God, what she did for me was unbelievable. I pried her folds and she rocked back. I could see how swollen her clit was and I wanted it between my teeth more than anything. I had promised her my fingers and tongue and I wasn’t going to break that promise. I pushed one finger inside as my tongue slid between her legs. She let out a long sigh and my cock twitched.

  “Feels good?” I asked.

  “God, yes.” She moved with my finger and clenched tighter every time my tongue whipped over her clit.

  I sucked at her entrance before my tongue twirled inside. She sank her hips, trying to pull me inside. She offered herself to me, spreading her legs wider, lifting her hips.

  She pressed forward on the mattress and I wanted to take her from behind, but I wanted to see her hover over me too. Her ass was fucking beautiful. Every part of her body was gorgeous. I rolled her nipple between my fingers and she groaned at the impact.

  I licked between her legs and kissed her spine, crawling over her. I rolled on to my back.

  She leaned down and kissed me, sinking her tongue deep in my mouth. I loved that she wanted to taste herself on my lips. It was hot as shit.

  I shoved my pants off my hips and kicked them to the floor, freeing my cock.

  “Sam,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, baby?” I looked into her eyes.

  “I want to ride you.”

  I grinned. We were on the exact same page.

  She finished. “Backward.”

  My cock almost lost it then. I felt the head surge with pressure. Holy shit.

  “Hold on.” I hustled to the end of the bed and fished through my jeans pockets until I found the pack of condoms I had brought with me. I broke the seal on the packet, rolled it on in record time and settled on the mattress.

  “Fuck me, Natalia.”

  She straddled me, facing away from me, and I pressed my erection between her legs. I watched her perfect round ass as she sank on my dick, sucking it inside her.

  I groaned as she tilted her hips forward and back with a precise erotic movement.

  “Fuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt like I’d come this soon. I’d always been able to hold out, but she was hitting the head of my dick at the right spot and watching her from behind like this did things to me I didn’t know were possible.

  She rose up again and lowered herself over me. I couldn’t take it. It wasn’t ending like this. I lifted her off of me and maneuvered her graceful body to the pillows.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You’re so fucking dirty,” I growled, taking her lips with a forceful kiss. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I plunged inside her, feeling her stretch around my cock.

  It didn’t matter what position we were in. Everything about her felt fucking amazing. She was hot and wet and so tight I wanted to stay buried inside her all night. I pumped in and out, kissing her, staring into her eyes, listening to the sounds of her rapid breath, threading my fingers through hers and doing it all over again. I never wanted to stop fucking her.

  Never.

  18

  Natalia

  I looked into Sam’s eyes and felt him fill me with his solid cock. I loved it. The way he made me feel. The way my body vibrated under him. The way I wanted to try new things with him. He hilted himself inside me and I parted my lips as he shoved his thumb into my mouth. I began to suck furiously, feeling the coiling start to take off inside me.

  He grinned, watching me come undone. But I couldn’t stop sucking or clenching around his cock. He drove his shaft inside and I shattered, screaming his name.

  “Sam! Oh God, please, please.�
� He scooped his arms under me and pulled me to his damp chest while I shivered from my toes with the sensations sweeping through me. He was buried deep inside me.

  I realized I was the only one who came and looked at his wicked smile. We were both upright and I could ride him, sliding up and down over his cock.

  “Oh, yeah,” he coaxed me.

  My nipples rubbed against the solid planes of his chest and the friction was enough to make me come again. Every nerve in my body felt alive and exposed. I leaned into a slight backbend using my hands to support me when his mouth dove toward my breast. He licked and lapped at it.

  “Did I tell you you have the most perfect tits?”

  “No,” I moaned. I was going under again.

  His teeth nipped at one and then the other. It was a delicious pain that ran a shock of electricity from my nipples to my core every time I felt his teeth.

  “Did I tell you last time how much I love hearing dirty French on your sexy lips?”

  I shook my head. “You mean when I say baise-moi?” I smiled wickedly.

  He pulled me forward into a kiss and I moaned at the taste of his lips.

  “I don’t want this to stop,” I whispered. I moved up and down, driving him wild. But I could tell he was holding back.

  “It doesn’t have to.”

  I pressed down on his shoulders, keeping the tip of his erection at my entrance, then sank down swiftly.

  “Fuck, Natalia.” He yanked at my hair and I smiled.

  “I want to make you come too. And then do it all over again.”

  “We want the same thing.” He bit at my lip.

  I hadn’t thought past tonight or past the few hours together, but I knew this wasn’t going to be the fix we promised each other would cure the problem we had. No, this was only feeding a hungry monster. I wanted him more. I wanted him again. I wanted him tomorrow and next week. Tonight wasn’t going to be enough. One more time would never be enough.